Abduction (Stealing of the Princesses)

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/T4.jpg] Typhoon nearly gave up his game as a chuckle was felt rising in his chest at Silas' obvious displeasure over being here. One large rust paw reached out, trying to trip the Wolf as he moved forward. The Rottweiler was having far too much fun. The stench of Scath hardly processed as an enemy until the wolf brute moved forward. All seriousness returned, thickening in the air. The wide grin was lost on the Barzakh alpha, turning and rising to his feet so quickly that it created a loud racket followed by a cloud of dust. Intent orbs flicked back and forth across the Metnal lands, searching for the Metnal Beta. No matter how vile Scath was, Typhoon would much rather see his ugly maw over Eridas at this moment. Deciding that the Metnal Beta was of no threat this very instant, Typhoon allowed himself to focus on his pups once more. Brows pulled together for an instant as he heard the fae near Amaya express her extreme displeasure over being returned to Metnal territory. Sadness filled his eyes as he cursed to himself, knowing that he should have came earlier to spare them from whatever horrors they had already faced. Typhoon glanced at the fae closest to him, the apparent alpha of the pup pack. Noting her agitation as well, the Barzakh alpha only assumed it was for the same reasons as the other. He took a few strides towards her, clearing his face of every emotion and tried to replace it with a knowing look, a caring smile. When he arrived at her side, he nudged her gently with his nose and whispered in her ear. "It's okay." Giving her one more heartfelt smile before he lifted his neck and immediately trotted past the group of canines. He wanted to meet Scath first and head on. The emotions radiating from the pups was all he needed to take charge and tell the Shepherd exactly what was going to happen here. Typhoon stood nearly three yards away from the rest of the canines, his stub of a tail held as high as it could go and a look of complete fearless focus radiating from his orbs right in the direction he could smell the mutt coming from.

[Scáth]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,380,table] Upon cresting the ridge, Scáth halted, his head tilting to the side in a twisted mockery of curiosity. Those sinister burgundy eyes, predatorial, calculative, swept over the group of strange canines in brief appraisal. They took in the surrounded yet unharmed pups, flickered and settled on the enormous, familiar frame in the foreground. The situation had been assessed; the Metnal Beta knew what was up. He had, after all, been present at the Rottweiller's 'sudden' departure. "Heya, Ty. Long time, no see. Made some new friends?" The Dutch Shepherd's tone was as ominously cheerful as ever as he slowly, casually limped closer. He gaze, surreally perceptive, flicked between Typhoon and the German Shepherd bitch who kept glancing the Rottie''s way.. "Made a new girlfriend, too? That was fast. I'm happy for you, though. Really. Let's just hope she turns out better than the last one, eh?" The Dutch Shepherd chuckled darkly at that; there was a frightening glimpse of sharp, slightly yellowed canines, as his crooked grin broadened. It was evident that the changing winds had given up his approach, for Typhoon and his fellows had obviously been waiting for him to appear. There was no chance of pretending he wasn't alone; there were no other Metnal scents for miles, apart from Kiyoko's lingering feminine stench. In addition to that, Typhoon, as an ex-Metnal, would be aware that Scáth operated solo. Just as Scáth was aware that Typhoon wasn't the murderous type. It was a bit of a moot point, really, Scáth mused as he stopped a mere couple of paces away from the Rottweiler. Still, as his life was in no immediate danger, the Metnal Beta had no qualms about gaining information whilst simultaniously pushing his luck. However, he'd have to prioritise. Erida's pups were on the line. His eyes strayed in the direction of the three troublesome scraps of fur; the bulk of Typhoon's shoulder as well as that pesky German Shepherd bitch impeded his view. Scáth gave them a mischievious, surprisingly sincere grin nonetheless. "What's up, kids? Having fun?" It's going to be Hell, pulling this one off. Sunshine is going to be so pissed... Ah, well. At least they're in no danger of being eaten.

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[Silas]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=background,http://i29.tinypic.com/311s65g.jpg] Silas kept his head low and turned away. Dark legs straight and tensed, holding his ground as dark onyx claws dug into the soil. His pelt bristled and itched from anxiety. Pale brown orbs flicked quickly left and right. Then his gaze locked on the dark shadow of a dog that had appeared. Silas breathed in, recognizing the scent as the one who was approaching. He wasn't sure who this brute was, but he knew his intentions were not good. He watched as the brute greeted Typhoon in a friendly manner. Silas wasn't too sure on what had happened in the past. But he had a pretty good idea that this brute wasn't as friendly as he lead on. Silas simply rolled his eyes as he remained unacknowledged. he'd expect no less from a filthy mutt like him. No respect even if he had such a high rank. He was no more than a Beta like himself. Silas snorted and picked up one large paw and brushed it across his dark maw. Shaking his head, ridding his nares of the dark canine's awful scent. He took a step forward, moving to make a distance between his Alpha and the brute, ultimately standing in front of both the pups, Typhoon, and Amaya. His lips pulled back intp a vicious snarl. A dark, low growl reverberated from his chest cavity. Oh how he despised the broken down, souless, wretches that could even call themselves a canine. They had no pride, real canines only look out for themselves. But he could only trust one that had proven himself worthy and unbroken. Silas kept his head low, his fur standing on ends. His tail raised a little in defence. He watched the brute closely, making sure he wasn't going to start anything. The low growl remained in his chest. He may have been overreacting but he didn't want anything to happen to his Alpha and his offspring. He remained low to the ground, ready to pounce at any time. He shook his head and raised it, seeing now signs of hostility so he backed off a bit, though kept his sight on the brute, just in case.

[♛Chantal]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/35d4yds.jpg] Confusion began to cloud the young female's thoughts, part of her tugging her back to the "safety" of the dens, and the other part urging her to run forward and hide within the legs of these strangers. The approach of the Rottweiler caused the fur to inch to attention along her shoulders as nerves vibrated uncontrollably beneath her hide. The gentle smile should be enough to confirm that he was friend, yet there were many dogs on Metnal territory that could easily hold the same softness to them. Mother included. Receptors folded back against her skull as the brute's hot breath tickled against them in a whisper, brows stitching together at the words. OK? Was it really? How could it possibly be ok? Just then a familiar voice danced across the atmosphere, encircling the group of canines. Strangely enough the young pup wanted to run to the Dutch Shepherd, wiggle her way under his legs and hide in his shadow. He was the definition of what she feared, yet all she knew of safety. A terrible mixture of emotion and thought whirl-winded through the young mixed breed as several steps were taken deliberately toward the guarding shepherd and her sister. A tan marked face peeked around the barricade of canines, wide, innocent orbs watching the Beta curiously. Why did she almost want him to rescue her? To take her away from this new, frightening place and back to what she knew, what she had grown up with. One shaky step brought her forward directly next to the shepherd fae, yet her legs would not carry her frame any closer....any further away from escape. It seemed most senses had shut down, the shadow of the wolf passing sending Chantal straight to her belly in panic having not heard him approaching. From her pathetic position she watched his approach the frightening growl coming from the stranger striking fear into her heart, yet forcing her blood to boil. Loyalty was something that was instilled into her and her siblings and despite the fact that Scath had often sent chills down her spine and she would be pleased never seeing him again her instincts throbbed with the need to stand by his side. Her own low growl began to penetrate the air around her, eyes narrowing warningly at the wolf's behind.

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/T4.jpg] The brutes gaze and stance held steady as the Dutch Shepherd crested the ridge and moved towards the group of canines. It was as if Typhoon hoped his strict stare would be enough to encourage the Metnal Beta to move on, find another route. Once Scáth reached them and began speaking, the Rottweilers features softened slightly. Regardless of what pack he belonged to, the Shepherd had done nothing directly to Typhoon. For the time, he would only resort to reasoning with the crippled canine. An obviously fake smile lightly touched his features with the Betas greeting. One simple, short nod was given in his direction before the brute spoke. "Hello, Scáth. I hope you have been fairing well." Patience was something Typhoon was renown for, and Scáth was a simple test to that. His companions knew nothing of the Metnal Beta, so Typhoon was not surprised when Silas approached and showed his own aggression, his own warnings. The Barzakh Alpha knew none of them would penetrate the scarred Shepherd. Typhoon glanced at Silas, hoping it would be enough to let him know that his efforts were already lost... for now at least. The tiny growl behind him caught his attention, ears pulling backwards as if they were trying to reach out to the young fae. He swallowed hard, forcing back the feelings from that tiny sound. Scáth was sure to notice, and sure to see in his eyes what he intended to do... how much he needed to. "You know what I can offer them. They deserve it." No explanation was given, none was needed. This was a war of words now, neither canine would attack unless other lives were in danger. Typhoon had seen Scáth help a rival pack member once, he might could see it again. The Barzakh Alpha also recalled the swift killing of the Elysain mutt as well. He considered this for a moment, Scáth was never what he appeared to be and this nearly frightened Typhoon. For no other reason than for the sake of the pups. Assumption is a terrible thing. Typhoon assumed the growl was meant for Scáth. He assumed the puppies wanted nothing more than to leave this dreadful place. He had no idea of the turmoil the small forms were facing at this very moment, and felt no need to explain to even them. They would know the secrets kept from them, the secrets between the two packs, soon enough.

[Scáth]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Extermination/Gifts/ScathBG.jpg] Scáth paid little real attention to Typhoon's cult followers. The Dutch Shepherd usually took a keen interest in canines he didn't know, but this was a situation that required him to, for once, live up to his job description as beta and take control of the situation. There could be no casual mockery and laid-back remarks today; well, no more than he could help. Scáth would have to think fast if he was to ensure things didn't spiral into chaos. Unbeknownst to the Barzakh hippies, Scáth's life was as much on the line here as the pups. The pups were too young to comprehend the risks of the Metnal Beta being involved; in fact, only one other canine could possibly throw an accurate guess as to the potential morbidity of Scáth's fate if the scarred Dutch Shepherd let Erida's pups slip through his paws, and that canine was standing not four feet away from him, determined to let such a disaster occur. So, unsurprisingly, Scáth was completely unfazed by the threatening growl from the dark, restless Barzakh mutt. His brugundy eyes rolled in their sockets to focus on the interruptor, taking in the raised hackles, the erect tail. A bluff of a challenge, but still a bluff and thus nothing to be perterbed by. Scáth lazily curled up his lips, putting his full set of sharp, yellowing canines on display for all to see, and let out an intimidating, thunderous rumble of a growl that was more of a warning message than a declaration of violence. Don't mess with me. I'm covered with scars for a reason. Then the trademark crooked grin and casual, sinister cheerfulness was back in place again. Scáth could see - barely - the little legs that indicated the presence of Ondrea; that delicate black-and-tan face peeking at him from behind an adult's pillar of a foreleg belonged to Chantal. He heard her growl - knew it wasn't directed at him, for he was simply too sinister for even her, bold little tyke that she was, to growl at - and gave her a conspiratorial wink. Atta girl, Chantie. Be bold, and brave. You'll need to be if you're to get out of this alive. That fake smile on Typhoon's face was amusing. If Scáth could've tossed a guess as to what was going through the Rottweier mutt's mind at that moment, it would have been somewhere close to ' Damn, what do I do with this psycho? ... Maybe negotiating will work...' Coincidentally, The Metnal Beta's guess actually wasn't that far off. Not that he could've known that. "As well as a fire during a drought; promotion, increased quality of life and all that. But that's not exactly relevant now, is it? I suppose we should get down to business and address the real matter at hand. Well, matters. I highly doubt you were planning to make off with just one of them..." He deliberately trailed off, letting the words hang in the air. The tension was almost tangible. The Metnal Beta pretended to consider Typhoon's next words, his expression a parody of thoughtfulness. "Well, now, there's the thing. I really don't. Different pack, different customs, you know? Your lot could be cannibalistic barbarians or something," he grinned at the latter. " Princess and Co. certainly deserve royalty and a rich future, I don't dispute that. Sunshine's perfectly capable of offering high ranks and a comfortable lifestyle for her precious ones; as, supposedly, are you. The question is... " Drumroll please. Scáth cocked his head and took a step forward, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial pitch. "Which pack do they really want it from? Hm?"

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[Silas]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=background,http://i29.tinypic.com/311s65g.jpg] Silas turned his head, baring his teeth in irritation. He should have known that the brute wouldn't even cower or acknowledge him. Simply doing that on impulse was nothing more than stupid and foolish. He didn't know the brute as well as his Alpha so in all honesty he'd just embarrassed himself in front of everyone. He kept his head down, reclining to his haunces in a huff. He then laid down off to the side, his head resting on his overlapping paws. He turned his auds back, sulking. He barely paid anymore attention from there. But he cause a bit of what the Dutch Shepherd was saying. Then something in his brain clicked. He metitated on it, then pushed himself to his feet. He stepped forward and looked around. His pale eyes focused on the Dutch Shepherd as his eyebrows drew together. "What? This isn't fair. Barzakh has an unfair advantage. I mean come on, does the fact that Typhoon's the father of these pups have any say in this?" He was genuinely confused and angry. His ego was still bruised and now the only thing on his mind was finding a way to get back at the Brute. His threat wasn't a bluff, he merely backed off since he got no reaction. After giving his response, he made his way back over and laid in his original spot, waiting. He was unaware of the pups position and how much this would affect them. He figured he'd put it out there just in case. He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, waiting patiently.

[♛Chantal]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/35d4yds.jpg] The young mixed breed held her rigid stance as the group of adults exchanged words. Pendulous auds lifted to their full potential shifting to allow each individual voice within their cavities. That sneer still found itself openly upon her maw, that was beginning to elongate from that smooshed puppy appearance. Tan brows furrowed as she learned that this stranger, now known as Typhoon, knew Scath. She never quite understood exactly what most adults were saying yet, their words at times still too advanced for her, but she could feel the tension thick upon her hide. Eyes hesitantly followed the wolf as he began shifting his position leaving her more exposed now that she no longer shadowed his much larger frame. A single step back was taken as she was suddenly nervous with the entire situation unfolding before her as the strange lupine approached Scath. Her small head fell off kilter as he spoke to the Dutch dog. One thing began to throb wildly through her skull, "I mean come on, does the fact that Typhoon's the father of these pups have any say in this?" Father? This rottweiler standing before them was their father? Never had Chantal asked about such things, they didn't matter much to her. She was being raised in a well off pack, she was fed and her safety looked after. But now the very mention of it now flooded her mind with questions, and twisted her gut as thousands of butterflies fluttered through it. Slowly her gaze shifted to the shiny black frame of Typhoon, staring completely dumbfounded.

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/T4.jpg] The large brute listened intently to the words that came from the Metnal Betas maw, auds were pushed forward in an attempt to catch every menacing syllable. The moment the Dutch Shepherd asked his final question, those same auds pushed back wards. It was already lost. No pup that wasn't in danger would willingly follow a stranger to new territories. Deep down, Typhoon had hoped the crippled Beta would aide Typhoon in his task. In the end, it was silly of the Rottweiler to expect anything from Scáth. At the exact moment that the words were on the tip of his tongue.. the suggestions that Scáth and Typhoon went elsewhere to discuss this, Silas saved the day. Kind of. Of course, Typhoon wanted to let the pups know the secret, but it was an agonizing process of finding 'the right time'. When Silas came forward and announced the disadvantage Barzakh had, Typhoon couldn't help the small, smug smirk that tugged on the right side of his maw while looking in Scáths own orbs. Throwing a quick approving glance to wards his own Beta, Typhoon turned. It was time to get this over with. A soft smile creased his features as he now looked in the direction of the awfully confused puppy. Leaving Scáth out of sight and out of mind, he approached her slowly. "I was going to tell you, darling. But we've had a couple of major interruptions in our short time together, haven't we?" There was an obvious laughter in his voice, as if he were making fun of Scáth. When he reached the small form on the ground, he passed her and finally stopped when he was quite a few feet further into Barzakh territory. He had put the pups in between Scáth and himself and was now sitting neatly facing Metnal territory, the direction Scáth had come from. "Everything is up to you. Your voices are the only ones that matter. I'm not going to sugar coat anything. I don't know what kind of father I can be to any of you yet, but I can promise that I will try my hardest to make you happy." A mixture of sadness and honesty poured out of his features, his eyes shifting between the puppies. He hadn't forgotten about Scáth in the slightest, but the cripple was once again the least of his concerns. The Dutch Shepherd could leap at Typhoon now and his gaze would not break from the pups until it was forced to. SORRY GUYS! Horrible post and I know it BUT... I've had a mentally exhausting past few days... it'll be better next time xD

[Scáth]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,380,table] It was, perhaps, a heartless thing to say that Scáth didn't care. He did... Kind of. It was just that he knew, possibly better than anyone else present, that each pack was perfectly capable of caring for the pups. It was just a matter of which method of care the pups preferred to grow up in. Neither his nor Typhoon's nor anyone else's opinions mattered here, because they weren't making the decision. It was incredibly time-consuming, this situation. It would have been so much more convenient if Ty had kidnapped the troublesome brood. That way, it would have been quicker and Scáth would at least have had a halfway-truthful excuse for Erida. Ugh... Sunshine. She was going to kill him. Literally. So troublesome. "Way to drop the bombshell, wolfie. Now the poor mites have a whirlpool of emotional turmoil to go through. How are they ever going to choose between vicious mommy and wimpy daddy?" The Dutch Shepherd tutted at the Barzakh Beta, then tilted his head back towards Typhoon and added with his sinister crooked grin, "No offence there, Ty." Scáth couldn't tell what the other pups' reactions were, but from here he could see that Chantal was completely dumbfounded. If the Dutch Shepherd had had a heart, it would have gone out to the vulnerable little scrap, but he didn't and so he felt next to nothing as his burgundy gaze kept her in sight. He never moved, as Typhoon turned his back on him and had his moment with his offspring. The Metnal Beta never moved as the Barzakh Alpha sat down facing Metnal territory, putting the pups between them. His eyes narrowed, and he made himself comfortable where he sat, listening dispassionately to Typhoon's earnest promises. The Dutch Shepherd was not so deceptive as to fake a sob story to get the pups to stay and to save his own skin. Truly, he was fine with them bounding off to Dad and living happily ever after. He just wanted some insurance for himself if such a thing occurred. "Look, Princess,"his voice was calm and eerily sincere as he spoke to Chantal, " I may be second in command, but it's really not my call this time. You and your siblings have full permission to do whatever you like," he winked again; it was common Metnal knowledge that Chantal didn't require anyone's permission to do whatever she pleased. " Just tell your Daddy that if he whisks you off to Candyland, I'm gonna need a little something in return. That's all. Good luck, and fare thee well wherever thou chooses to fare." Serious, sincere moment over. Scáth cracked up.

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[Ondrea]

She had heard everything that had been said around her, only she did not know whether the words held any truth or not. Hadn't mother lied to them often enough for them to spot a lie when they seen one? However... this did not seem like a lie to her. Her ears twitched and her small body lifted from her laying position and she sat down, watching as the once called Typhoon talked to her sister. Of course the princess would get all the attention,but needless to say it was Ondrea's own fault that she had remained so quite through it all. When mother's beta spoke up, she hung on to his every word. It amazed her that he wasn't trying to stop them... that he was not attacking the packland intruders! Her eyes narrowed... this had to be some sort of trick. Such a hypothesis was kept within her little mind however, she would never say such a thing out loud.

She stood up, looking around and trying to find a route that would go pretty much unnoticed by any of the dogs around here. There were four adults however, and unseen path was nearly impossible to find at the time being. A huff of annoyance escaped her maw, however she stood, and she being to walk. She did not stop whenever the nose of the German Shepherd gently touched her back leg, she did not stop when she pass Chantal and Typhoon and she had no plans of stopping by the other intruder. She was unsure of what to make of all of this! Scath had confirmed that Ty was indeed their father... he had left the choice up to them. Maybe her choice wouldn't involve either. She felt anger boiling up within her blood. Foolishness, thats what it would be to go with him... What kind of father would leave his own offspring with a bitch such as their mother? Didn't he know of the harm she inflicted upon them?

She stopped walking, looking back over her shoulder, knowing that if she didn't someone would more than likely follow her. "I need time to think. However, I will not be returning to Metnal. Goodbye Scath." She turned away from them all, and found a bush near bye, they could still she were she was going, they would know exactly where she was... but part of that was okay with Ondrea. She slide under the bush and laid down, her little mind spinning with all the new knowledge that had been acquired, oh what should a little pup do?

[Amaya]

Amaya had remained silent during all of this, partly because she didn't trust herself to speak. Not even when the Metnal Beta had said something about her. She was completely out of her comfort zone, but oh well. Typhoon had needed her help, and if she could choose over again... truth was, she would still be here. Her hackles were still raised slightly as she watched the Dutch Shepherd, she just couldn't bring herself to trust him, which she knew was wise. She heard the puppy beneath her shifting around, and when she looked down at her, she was walking out from underneath her... Amaya reached over with her maw, gently touching it to the pups back leg. It was meant to be a comfort, and invitation to go back underneath her, however... the pup ignored her as if the small touch had never occurred. Her dial lifted, her, her gaze looking towards Typhoon wondering if he would stop the other pup. He was having a conversation with her sister at the moment.

She settled back onto her hauches into a more relaxed position, and allowed her gaze to drift back to the dog that had been called Scath... the Dutch Shepherd. She studied him, wondering really why the dogs of Metnal were so different than those of Barzakh, obviously something mentally was wrong, they were darker... more demented. Physically... was there really any physical differences? She looked away from him, not wanting to cause him to get angry, even though she knew her eyes showed emotions of curiosity. Mentally she noted that she believed that Typhoon could easily take the other dog. When the other pups lyrics reached her auds she looked in her direction. So she wouldn't be going back home, but she might not be coming to Barzakh either? Worry creased her forehead as she watched the female slither under a bush.

The only thing that kept her from getting up and going after her was knowing that she needed time, also... these were Typhoon's pups... she would wait for an order before doing anything that may push any of them away from coming home with the pack. She looked over at the Barzath Beta, he had been the ones to let the news drop to the pups... he told them that Ty was their father... however such news was something that they should know. She looked back at Typhoon, wondering what the pup in front of him would decide... her weight shifted back and forth on her front paws as she tried to make herself get more comfortable.